Ain't no way in hell I can sit back
I see these lil' niggas on the drip jack
Forgiato clique, we don't like you niggas
Paparazzi hit, taking lots of pictures
Broke boy, broke boy, gotta try harder
Diamonds on my chain, boy this real water
I might blow your spot up like Osama
Then to murk pot, I call Dom up
Be careful where you at, that's a jack, boy
Louis 13th with the pack, boy
Niggas tryna block me like a goalie
I'm drivin' like I've never heard of police
Lately I been really in the coolest shit
Hit-Boy got the crib with the pool and shit
I should not break down the law
Never tell them boys what you saw

Ooh, Jay 305, ooh, make room
I'm doin' a hunnid damn Crenshaw, thank you, ooh
Prada on the pedal, what that thang do? Ooh
Westside money, come and pay dues, ah
Fuck peace, motherfuck the police, ah
Last five years gettin' no sleep
Bang, bang, I told you niggas
I don't really fuck with you niggas
Last time I checked y'all was dick riding
What's wrong with you niggas?
No, who raised you?
Dumbs, I made you
Headshots on headshots
Had her spinning out like Mabel
If they pull us over, put this in your bra
No sir, you can't search my car
I'm above the law
Bitch, I don't talk to y'all
Bitch!

I shouldn't have to break down the law
Never tell them boys what you saw
Niggas tryna block me like a goalie
I'm drivin' like I've never heard of police

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Writer(s): Robert Davis